Narnodewish: Life is better when clothes are /ON/. FACT.
Narnodewish: – Narnodewish 2012
Nellana: It’s true. ^^
If you’re ever feeling like me all the time then you don’t have to be. All you have to do is visit the nicest place on the internet or Ye Olde Pub. This is also quite trippy.
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One day you’ll look back
And realize how you treated me
And Maybe, if you finally grew up
You might actually feel about it
I’m tired, boss. Tired of bein’ on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we’s coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I’m tired of people being ugly to each other. I’m tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday. There’s too much of it. It’s like pieces of glass in my head all the time
I loved helping, I had purpose. I was rebuilding something so intimately..I never asked you to be perfect, I never asked you for anything. But when the time came and I asked.. You cast me out. So I now cast you out.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
I love music, when I say music I mean vibrations in the air that change people. I like music that is almost so moving it has it’s own personality. I yearn to learn to play every instrument I can. Another passion of mine is Photography, I never was much good at drawing, or writing for that matter. I saw the world differently at June 2011. It is a hobby that has changed me.
I shall now refer you to a great man,
Don’t only practice your art,
But force your way into it’s secrets,
For it an Knowledge
can raise men to the divine.
I follow Musicians and different artists from most genres of music. My absolute favorite however is Post Rock. My favorite songs are;
(In no particular order)
God Is An Astronaut ~ Infinite Horizons
Balmorhea ~ Steerage And The Lamp
Cinematic Orchestra ~ Breathe
Aesthesys ~ Dreams Are Only Real As Long As They Last
The Last Days ~ Make The Change… Are Your Last Days
Helios ~ The Toy Garden
Thomas Newman ~ Gone Again
and Hammock ~ Mono No Aware
This was NOT faked, this actually happened and it made me cry SO MUCH.
The photograph in question can be found here
Euan_McGeechan: You look rather handsome in that photo, Narn.
Nellana: You’re fine enough. (reply)
Madxasxrabbits94: You are quite attractive. (reply)
EvaAdorable: Omg, are you serious? You could model! (reply)
Jessilyn: You’re pretty attractive
Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes.
There is more to life than increasing its speed.
The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.
Your beliefs become your thoughts. Your thoughts become your words. Your words become your actions. Your actions become your habits. Your habits become your values. Your values become your destiny.
Reformation of a Heart by
I waited for you but you never came
I sat there forever vigilant out in the rain,
waiting for you in dark of the night,
with tears and rain running down my cheeks.
You couldn’t see them, and I still waited.
My body drenched, but you still didn’t come.
I waited day and night for you,
but you never came.
My heart aches, but I still have to wait.
I really hope you turn up eventually,
I never want to feel like I did that night,
when you never came.
Wide awake, she listened.
For words unspoken, drifted.
Reach out to shadows, whispered.
The sounds of pouring rain.
Searching for the rhythm of heart, broken.
Dropped off, waiting. Left as a heap of sobbing pain.
she can’t go.
Excuses don’t pardon her prompt-less.
Give her a chance to make it right.
Hold you endlessly through the night.
To mend a heart that’s broken.
Like Broken Glass
Like broken glass,
We don’t fit together,
We clash like the glass
To the ground.
No care is there between us,
And every now and then,
A war will break out,
Again and again.
The glass breaks,
And the fire burns,
Time after time,
The thoughts run free,
Like the wind in the storm.
Of wild thoughts,
Of hatred and jealousy,
The ruins are spiked,
Cut to a blade,
Like the thoughts,
Of anger and hate.
Take your angry thoughts,
And throw them away,
Burn them in the fire,
That hides in me,
Again the war breaks out